(No photos able to be uploaded with this entry either..! Blast! Oh well, at least those of you who are still dedicated to keeping checking for updates - your patience will soon hopefully be rewarded!)Today was “get off your arse and actually go & be productive” day. Myself, Jules & Adam decided that we’d head down to the Souks. People may be picking on my spelling of Souk but there are about 4 or 5 different versions – all of them found on the walls of the actual souk/souqk/sook themselves! As we’re on the topic of spelling, I do realise that I have spoken of going dune bashing in a bowl of ice cream and not sand! It was one of those “Is it spelt like this or is it this one..?” & I guess I just plain got it wrong!
The New Souks are basically like Bourke Street Mall – shops on either side. They tend to be all grouped together – clothes, jewellery, toys etc. Now, I’d gone down to get myself a jacket and we knew that the Souks shut around 1230 for afternoon prayer and would then reopen at 1630 – well after we were at work & I wasn’t going to freeze my arse (tits if I had them!) off again and we had around 2hrs. 1st store we walk past this guy goes “DVD? American movie? Computer? Electronics?” and I must mention at this point we were quite safe until he uttered “PS2…?” Adam was off in a flash! 20mins and 3 games each later (yes, even I got suckered in)…! Yep, nothings changed and I think we kept Jules highly entertained.
We then found the clothing area and hunted around and came across the only jacket that basically fitted the bill of water proof & warmth. Cost 170R ($60) and if I loose it or it gets ruined I don’t have a problem but it is also one that I may keep in the back of the wardrobe as it could be handy if I ever venture to the snow, which I haven’t done in…….? It is by no means an attractive jacket it is better than some of the other crap the guy was trying to push on me.
We then wanted to get to the Old Souks – which the government apparently tore down most/some of a few years ago to make way for ‘progress’ and there were all these complaints etc. so the they are now being rebuilt & extended – as Mohammed mentioned in the desert, I guess the government aren’t wised up to the fact that Tourists prefer ye olde rather than brand new, especially when it comes to something as unique as the souks!
The three of us had no idea where the old souks were and it was one of those up this street, down this street, ask directions and get told something completely different than the previous person we’d asked! Boring but still a funny little adventure. We got to this main intersection on the edge of the New Souks (NS) and it was like Doha’s Wall Street – all the banks had their offices there. At this point we had no idea where we were, let alone anything else and I was determined to find them as it was 1145. A silly notion kicked in to look behind the banks as they were quite new buildings (‘progress’) – there was protest but I was determined. Ran across the road (‘beep, beep, beep’) and around the bank on the corner and then ran wildly back for Jules & Adam for there before me were the Old Souks (OS)! They joined me – no ‘beeps’ as they went and found a crossing (!) and off we went exploring.
There was no order to how they worked. The OS are basically your tourist/knick knack stuff where as the NS are your more practical, everyday needs kind of market. They were great and little alleyways went off this way, then that way – chaotic but a great environment to immerse yourself in. Also, in the OS the vendors don’t heckle you to come in, they just let you do as you please which is so refreshing as I HATE it when people come out and heckle you – the worst being those who do it at restaurants! Kill ‘em all! One of my major pet hates!
We cleaned up and I stuck to my theory of buy some crappy, tacky and useless stuff on your first visit – allow yourself to get caught up in the atmosphere before returning and actually sussing out good bargains and getting down to serious bartering! All three of us bought a fair chunk of stuff and I managed to get myself & Jules a better price by accepting a vendors offer of a cup of tea! Adam & Jules declined at first but then I remembered Rach’s stories of tea & friendship (thanks baby!) in her Middle East travels and accepted and the man ran off, brought me tea & a chair and we sat back and discussed numerous things! Saved us 70R each in the end! Ha ha! A smarter way to do business!
We also found a shop that was selling Iraq currency with Saddam on it. It’s a dumb and stupid thing to buy seeing as I’ve never been there but as it’s part of history that happened in my life time and messed up the world and it was only $3 a note so I grabbed a few. We then stopped for more sweet tea and a shoosha! When in Rome! We obviously were dong it all wrong as we had one between three and most people had their own, we got some weird looks but hey, we did walk around until we found a shoosha bar that had more Arab clientele than Westerners – I’d rather follow the locals lead! Has worked well in other countries, so why not the Middle East..?
Post rehearsals brought around a long but responsible night on the Stoop. The Cowboys were up for a chat and it took us awhile to figure out who they were talking about during one of their stories. This Terry bloke kept popping up and seemed to be doing the role of 10 or 12 people – we later discovered that the Cowboys now call all the local riders Terry as so many of them drop out and then refuse to come over when called. Al started it – “I just pointed at one of ‘em and said ‘Terry, get on up here’ and the bugger tried to tell me that he wasn’t Terry and so I pointed to me Arab garb I had on and went & I’m not Shiek Al A Hark La Billy Ray Farkin Cyrus either but I’m on me mount!” Please don’t get the wrong idea about the Cowboys – they’re just ocker, stereotypical Aussie men from the bush. They’re not insulting to the locals or are racist or anything like that, they’re just having a ball being placed in this very different environment be it Doha or a Theatre Show.
They were SO excited the other day as they got taken out to the middle of the desert to film footage to be shown as their section of the Ceremony takes place. They were onsite at the crack of Dawn –all 12 of them – in full costume and rode up and over dunes with helicopters buzzing up and over them, rode single file across the top of dunes. They were like kids who had been let loose in a toy store. Doha is definitely an experience that they’ll never forget. They weren’t too sure about the whole makeup thing though…!
I also managed to log onto the Net long enough to get Skype up and running. For those of you in the dark (as was I until a month or so ago), Skype lets you make phonecalls over the Net – you need a speakers & a microphone and then, as long as you know people’s name, you can chat live to them! It’s the next version of chat rooms I guess! Adam assisted by handing over his headset with microphone and we gave Bernie Haldane, General Manager of Hothouse Theatre & a good friend a call – the only Skype address I knew! She wasn’t on line so we tried her mobile, it was off so we rang Hothouse directly – I actually thought I had her direct line but it was to reception and when the lady answered I wasn’t ready for the question “And who may I say is calling?”, “The Brudda’s from Doha” was the first & wrong thing to come out of my mouth! Little were we to know that Bernie was in a meeting! Eventually we got onto her and Skyped for about 5mins! Very funny. She had a camera and we were able to see her and Bec Bennel. Connection wasn’t great but it was contact with Aus which is great as phone reception over here hasn’t been great as of late.
So, I now have a Skype account, my name is ‘bruddat’ and when I get Net access I’ll generally login and see who’s about. Please feel free to invite me to join your Skype network – I’m turning into SUCH a nerd when it’s an actual wonder that I can even turn a computer on! Well, it’s late and I should crash, catch you at a later date than now.